[Illustration: "STAND--LET ME SEE YOUR FACE"--Chap. ii.] [Illustration: "DOES THE BOY KNOW WHAT HE'S A-SAYING OF!" CRIED THE ASTONISHED JOHN WILLETT--Chap. iii.] [Illustration: "I CAN'T TOUCH HIM!" CRIED THE IDIOT, FALLING BACK AND SHUDDERING AS WITH A STRONG SPASM; "HE'S BLOODY!"--Chap. iii.] [Illustration: "IF I AM EVER," SAID MRS. V.,--NOT SCOLDING, BUT IN A SORT OF MONOTONOUS REMONSTRANCE--"IN SPIRITS, IF I AM EVER CHEERFUL, IF I AM EVER MORE THAN USUALLY DISPOSED TO BE TALKATIVE AND COMFORTABLE, THIS IS THE WAY I AM TREATED"--Chap. vii.] [Illustration: THOSE LIPS WITHIN SIM'S REACH FROM DAY TO DAY, AND YET SO FAR OFF--Chap. iv.] [Illustration: "CHESTER," SAID MR. HAREDALE AFTER A SHORT SILENCE, DURING WHICH HE HAD EYED HIS SMILING FACE FROM TIME TO TIME INTENTLY, "YOU HAVE THE HEAD AND HEART OF AN EVIL SPIRIT IN ALL MATTERS OF DECEPTION"--Chap. xii.] [Illustration: "HE MELTS, I THINK. HE GOES LIKE A DROP OF FROTH. YOU LOOK AT HIM, AND THERE HE IS. YOU LOOK AT HIM AGAIN, AND--THERE HE ISN'T"--Chap. x.] [Illustration: FATHER AND SON--Chap. xv.] [Illustration: "COME, COME, MASTER," CRIED THE FELLOW, URGED ON BY THE LOOKS OF HIS COMRADES, AND SLAPPING HIM ON THE SHOULDER; "BE MORE COMPANIONABLE AND COMMUNICATIVE. BE MORE THE GENTLEMAN IN THIS GOOD COMPANY"--Chap. xvi.] [Illustration: WITH THAT HE ADVANCED, AND BENDING DOWN OVER THE PROSTRATE FORM, SOFTLY TURNED BACK THE HEAD AND LOOKED INTO THE FACE--Chap. xvii.] [Illustration: SHE SAT HERE, THOUGHTFUL AND APART, UNTIL THEIR TIME WAS OUT--Chap. xxv.] [Illustration: EMMA HAREDALE AND DOLLY VARDEN--Chap. xx.] [Illustration: "HUFF OR NO HUFF," SAID MR. TAPPERTIT, DETAINING HER BY THE WRIST. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, JEZEBEL! WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO SAY! ANSWER ME!"--Chap. xxii.] [Illustration: HOW THE ACCOMPLISHED GENTLEMAN SPENT THE EVENING IN THE MIDST OF A DAZZLING AND BRILLIANT CIRCLE--Chap. xxiv.] [Illustration: NOW HE WOULD CALL TO HER FROM THE TOPMOST BRANCH OF SOME HIGH TREE BY THE ROADSIDE--Chap. xxv.] [Illustration: "I BEG PARDON--DO I ADDRESS MISS HAREDALE!"--Chap. xxix.] [Illustration: FINISHED BY DRIVING HIM WITH SURPRISING SWIFTNESS AGAINST A HEAP OF SPITTOONS IN ONE CORNER--Chap. xxx.] [Illustration: LORD GEORGE GORDON LEAVING THE MAYPOLE--Chap. xxxvii.] [Illustration: "IF THEY'RE A DREAM," SAID SIM, "LET SCULPTURES HAVE SUCH WISIONS, AND CHISEL'EM OUT WHEN THEY WAKE. THIS IS REALITY. SLEEP HAS NO SUCH LIMBS AS THEM"--Chap. xxxi.] [Illustration: "HA, HA!" ROARED THE FELLOW, SMITING HIS LEG; "FOR A GENTLEMAN AS 'ULL SAY A PLEASANT THING IN A PLEASANT WAY, GIVE ME MUSTER GASHFORD AGIN ALL LONDON AND WESTMINSTER!"--Chap. xxxvii.] [Illustration: A NICE TRIO--Chap. xxxix.] [Illustration: GABRIEL VARDEN--Chap. xii.] [Illustration: "HE RETORT!" CRIED HAREDALE. "LOOK YOU HERE, MY LORD. DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN!"--Chap. xliii.] [Illustration: "IN THE NAME OF GOD NO!" SHRIEKED THE WIDOW, DARTING FORWARD. "BARNABY--MY LORD--SEE--HE'LL COME BACK--BARNABY--BARNABY!"--Chap. xlviii.]